Who will remember?
Your city from yesterday
That house thousands of slaves
Shipped from across the Atlantic.
This place where wills were stolen.
This place where souls were broken.
To cover the shame.
I smell your deeds of years past.
I hear cries of my siblings
Who slept in the free land
But not as freed men.
Laws abolished over a century today,
Still, our color harbor fear
‘Cos of the invisible demarcation
Erected by the *** gangs
Yet the white horse watches.
By Oletu Oghenenyore Cornelius
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